hello dearest Styxian this really hit home I have trouble listening and have let love slip away because I didn’t love myself enough to fully open up here is the pain of it…this is so very sad and longing but beautifully executed 💕

Thanks Crims. I’m not much into doing rhyme, but it’s a good practice for staying mentally sharp with creativity.
Love is a type of energy, and they say that energy never fades. It just gets resourced. It’s around us all. We just have to be receptive for it.
Yeah?

Evocative lines of syllabic longing. Just a relatable feeling

“Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.”

&

“How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
How dark the day, you didn’t listen.”

I feel like these lines tie the theme together well.

Like Crim, I’m always trying to still the grinding in my brain and it’s a challenge for some of us…so many missed opportunities at genuine connection lost on being somewhat crazy lol. It seems that ‘longing’ has become a guilty pleasure for me lately haha. Yes, just shut up and listen to the wind….

Always great to see a DUP veteran poet posting something new…great choice of rhyme and slant rhyme….kinda takes me home again, if only momentarily…all those moments I didn’t listen, and I always appreciate a good use of anaphora.

Thank you!

I swear to everything solid, I have been here. But you painted both the lonely who faded & went away & the left behind. That was an incredible image. Those left behind don’t always care though. Mine didn’t. But many do & this is a gentle reminder to listen & take nothing for granted…least of all love

I can relate Styx. Even your rhyming skills are polished. Great poem.

I truly appreciate the,artistry of your cadenced flow. A fitting requirement for the death of love. Well done, well done.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Love the imagery my friend, amazing rhymes, excellent write. My favorite lines:
“How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
How dark the day, you didn’t listen.”
Appreciate you.

Damian

I’m not adverse to rhyme as it can accentuate the emotions expressed. You work this well.

Oh Lordy. How to comment on this!! I got teary eyed while reading. It hits home on a personal note as I’m sure you know.
It is a beautiful write. I feel like I can touch it, it’s so real. This is perfect. Just like you:)

But honey, you’re biased! LOL.
I rarely do rhymes. But, yeah, we gotta stay sharp right?
Smooch!

This poem aches with quiet truth–and is so beautifully written. The way love doesn’t end in an instant, but fades through silence and small distances. The repetition of “gone is” feels like the echo of a heart breaking, and the candle’s hiss at the end is such a perfect image of love’s final breath. Haunting, tender, and deeply human.

Very much enjoyed write from the off to the opposite end of the page .. I hope to check in more often as I learn how to navigate these stars .. Warmly, Neville 😎👍

Dark and Misty emotions.
A journey through sorrow.
Regards
James

I was just saying how perfectly it came together before I logged in I had the start of a poem forming and you inspired me deeply to continue on thank you for the honor of collabing with you💕

I really like how it turned out. You make my dark thoughts turn blue.

I think we are tuned into the same channel.

Beautifully penned, Brenda & Adagio. Amazing collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian

I got caught in the description of she being married to the demon and being convinced to go to hell, Nice done crimsin

Passionately penned, Brenda. Incredible imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brenda, your gift at creating an incredible visual with your writing is top of the bar. I’m speechless

It’s the same for most mental illnesses.
Those that have never suffered from them cannot entirely understand what’s happening in the mind of the afflicted.
My mental health illness of choice (as if I had any) was depression.Everyone looked for a reason as to why it happened and yes there may have been some reasons but essentially I am predisposed to it.
They also presume medication will fix it when in fact it can’t.It can lessen the impact but the brain and the mind of a ‘ looney’ neuroplaticly savant ( I just made that up so no point googling it) in that it’s like trying to catch the wind and tame it.
I’m rambling a bit but today is a suffering day and writing ,as you well know,calms the mind.Doesnt have to be good writing,just has to be good enough to quiet the mind.
You’re husband is destined for heaven,if there is one,just tell him to keep away from my wife.They are saints in the making.It cannot be easy for either to understand our suffering but without them we probably wouldn’t be here?
One final thing.For all the shit that depression brought it also helped kick open a door that let kindness and compassion flood into me.
I often encounter people in social settings that trivialise or worse vilify those with mental health issues.What they don’t understand is they are only a bees dick away from themselves.
You take care sweetie and I mean that from the heart of my bottom…lol.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

thank you beautiful Mary it’s just what I’ve been through go through I deeply appreciate the lovely comment and understanding 💕

Powerfully penned, Brenda. The human mind is powerful, but it can be like putting together a puzzle, with very vague directions. Amazing write my friend, thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian